Takimoto vs Kiyoshi [=3]

Takimoto stands in the middle of a small opening in the forest of Konoha, a small breeze blowing on his face as he strolls his right hand up and strokes his hair, all the way back to the back of his neck, scratching it softly with the tip of his fingers. The trees around him would rise up to ten meters, them being two meters wide.

Twirling his left hand's index finger around the steel ring of a kunai he had kept on his right shoulder's pocket, the Yoshitoki turns his head to the left, his eyes rolling down to watch the thin wire coming out of the other pocket, three small objects hidden inside. On his backs, a simple katana sheathed in a very thin leather strap, an odd wire wrapped around his right shoulder and left ribs, holding the sword. On the Chuunin's left hand, he wielded a set of three six-inch claws attached to a glove. On the rear of his pants, in the thigh-level, a kunai's steel ring hanged out of a pocket, one in each leg. On the inside, there were two shuriken, ninja wire as well.

The Chuunin stood there, leaves twirling around him as he waited for his opponent.

Kiyoshi sat on a tree branch, peering at the Shinobi in the small opening in the forest. He was told to come here by a note, given to him by a messenger. It seemed he was being challenge by Konoha Chuunin. But Kiyoshi was just a mere Genin from the village of sand, visiting Konoha. Had the Chuunin heard about how Suna had become lately? That could be possible, and the Chuunin could be Challenging Kiyoshi to see if this was true, if Suna had really become weak. The fact was Suna had indeed become weak. It had no Kage the moment, and the only Shinobi’s there were Chuunin guards, who slept on duty. The rest of the village were filled with Genins. Suna was very well vulnerable now.


Kiyoshi jumped down from where he once sat, now fully visible by the Chuunin if the Chuunin had looked in his direction. Kiyoshi didn’t wear the normal Shinobi outfit like most of the Shinobi’s. He wore a white T shirt, and white pants, which let his movements swift, aiding him in battle. Underneath the white T shirt was a dark T shirt which had long sleeves unlike the white T shirt which had short sleeves. Around his neck was a long white scarf. This guy seemed to like the color white a lot. His face held a boring, care free facial expression. His facial expression already gave away Kiyoshi’s personality.


Attached to both thighs of his were two Shinobi ninja pouch. They held the normal Shinobi weapons: Kunais, shurikens, explosion tags, and so on. That was the only weapon visible on Kiyoshi. His hair was draped over his forehead, blurring out his Suna village head band. He approached the Shinobi,his hair swaying from side to side.

The Konoha Chuunin popped his neck to the left, his green eyes never stopping to watch his opponent's every move. He thought of numerous strategies to use right at that instance, but Takimoto decided to wait, the other Shinobi would have the first move granted by the Yoshitoki.

"I am ready..."

Said the Chuunin as he let his left arm fall down as if it was limp, the left side of his upper body leaning downwards as he bent his knees, his left sliding forwards and planking in the ground. He was now on a semi-crouched position, his right hand in the level of his ribs. He waited, patiently, for his opponent to attack.

Kiyoshi heard the Chuunin's words, followed by the posture he got into. He shook his head as if to say 'no, no, no,’ ruffling his hair
with his right palm. He stood approximately ten steps away from the Konoha Chuunin, sighing. “Didn’t you get taught on how to start a battle, or how to talk when you see a stranger, or about to converse with a stranger?” His voice was calm, and held no emotion to it. Without waiting for the Chuunin’s response, he continued. “Well, if you didn’t, which I’m sure you didn’t, you first introduce yourself. But that’s too late now, eh?” He shrugged, yawning slightly. “Anyhow, I’m Uchiha Hiroshi Kiyoshi, Genin of the Sand village, boring to meet you.”



He then stretched, keeping his eye on the Chuunin all this time while talking. “And I forgot to say this. But, I do not attack first in a fight, sorry to disappoint you Mr.” his voice held its natural calm tone. He yawned again, to what seemed to be the second time in Thirty seconds. He awaited for the Chuunin’s response and reaction.

He nodded once, Takimoto wasn't a very talkative person, not to strangers at least, nor friends. The Yoshitoki buried his right hand on his ninja pouch, two shuriken with thin ninja wire atttached to him between his thumb, index and middle fingers, another two between his pinky and the other that the narrator does not recall the name of, as well as between the nameless finger and the middle finger. Thus, making four shuriken in his right hand altogether.

The Chuunin throws the first two shuriken, the ones with the very thin ninja wire, it being nearly invisible to the naked eye (the wire). They were aimed at Kiyoshi's guts, as simple as that, but Taki was ready to flick his hand to throw the other two at any time.

The Shinobi had nodded, then buried his hand on his ninja pouch. Kiyoshi didn't waste any further time. He reached down with both of his hands, into both ninja pouch attached to his thigh. He extracted out two Kunais, getting into a defense stance. He watched the Shinobi carefully.

Then suddenly, the Shinobi had hurled two shurikens at Kiyoshi. They appeared to be aim at his gut. Kiyoshi would simply skip to the side, but just not a simple skip, a long one. He stood three steps away from where he once stood, and without wasting much time, he would hurl the Kunai held in his right hand aimed at the Shinobi's right eye. He waited for the Shinobi's reaction.

The Yoshitoki quickly threw his two other shuriken in an arch form as he leaned his head to the left. The last two shuriken would hit the first ones, driving them to their new target, Kiyoshi's left knee. Due to the quick actions of Takimoto, the two shuriken would most likely reach their target as their direction was shifted just very brief moments after the Chuunin's opponent.

However, it was not a direct hit. If actually not dodged, the shuriken would entangle Kiyoshi's knee with the wire. Due to leaning his head, the Yoshitoki could almost feel the cutted wind from the kunai graze near his hair (the wind not the kunai).